"Yes, hi! Is Sandy available, please?"
"This is she. May I ask who is calling?"
"Of course! My name is Kristin and I am a volunteer with Geauga County Democrats. We are so excited here at the office celebrating Secretary Clinton's official nomination and..."
"Oh, I know! Isn't it wonderful? I was just watching myself."
"We were too, we were too. And actually the reason I am calling tonight is to invite you and your family to a fabulous event on Saturday. Hillary and Tim's first appearance after the convention. They..."
"They are coming to Ohio? Right after all of this?"
"They sure are! Right down the road. I hope you will be able to join us. It promises to be a great rally!"
"I get to be there?"
"If you would like. I am happy to give you all of the information."
"Yes. Yes. I wouldn't miss it. My mother was born before women could vote and I..." She trails off. She has no other words...
"So, you'll come?!"
"Of course, my goodness, of course. I wouldn't miss it. Are you going to go too?"
"Absolutely. I am going to bring my daughters."
"And I'll ask mine!"
"Please do. That's a great idea. I'll look for you."
"I hope you find me.
"I did tonight."
And just like that, July 26, 2016 became a day I will never forget. A day I sat in a tiny democratic party office in what, to me, still seems like the middle of nowhere. A lively, yet kind place in a very red county in the historically battleground state of Ohio, my new home.
|Hung merely 96 years ago...we've come a long way, baby!|
(this conversation is based on an actual conversation I had with an 81-year-old woman on the evening our country nominated its first female presidential candidate.)